I know that the pain I’d seen in his eyes the day we last parted just grew heavier and sunk deeper and dug harder, torturing him like mutt claws.
He’d told me I’ll always be thinking about it, and I guess he was right, but it was just as true for him.
And I know Prim wouldn’t want it that way.
Gale didn’t reap her. He didn’t send her to the Capitol. He just wanted to do anything to assure that nobody else would have to go there against their will anymore.
That nobody else would have to go through what I went through. What she went through. What we went through.
Why did it have to end with the worst possible disaster? Why did we fail the person we’d both have given anything to protect?